Kaiden Rohn
Fallen Soul

Absent music, this place was nice.
At least, nice enough to drink someone half to death in. This place wasn't a social lounge, it was a place for deadbeats, downers, and general mischief-makers to come and reflect on their piss-poor choices in life. Kaiden Rohn, was such an entity. Aimless, friendless, practically jobless, the former Medic, and Commander of Havoc Squad had fallen to ruin. After what he thought could be a chance of love was taken from him, and anyone whom he cared for perished or disappeared from his life, Kaiden was in a bad way. And so he found himself, drinking away his sorrows and his savings in such a place. The place was dirty, drains on the floor, to scrape away blood or wash away grime with relative ease. Kaiden reminded himself that his life was a mixture of both. Blood and grime. The bar reminded him of his upbringing, battling rival swoop gangs in the underbelly of Coruscant, far from the glitz and glamor of the towering skyscrapers. Beneath the clouds, lie a world of murder, rape, thieves, and killers. He was part of it. Some parts he simply turned a blind eye to. And eventually, he joined the Republic military and escaped. But life got no easier for the aging man. For him, life may have gotten harder, in some aspects. Everything he fought for, ripped from him like a piece of cheap notebook paper being torn out to pass a note to some girl. With the galaxy going up in a big red flame, all Kaiden could do was sit back, and down drinks like he used to down Sith soldiers. Now, the Sith walked around, destroying everything. They were more akin to a toddler in a house than an empire, destroying, but not creating much in their wake.
But all that didn't matter now, because Kaiden was drunk. Or at least, halfway there. He was also armed, which probably meant that the situation wouldn't end well after the next few drinks. He leaned forward, his hands grasping his third drink. He could feel it. The weight of his body changed. Starting the relief early.